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This is the one that came in third place in the poll. Love is only a feeling snippet from Part 3.
Jake feels good. Better than good. He still doesn’t remember exactly what happened last night, but he’s not arguing with the end result. However, he definitely needs to bring Javy up to speed on his change in circumstances. He knocks on Javy’s door and keeps going until he hears an exasperated yell of: I’m coming, for fuck’s sake Jake! a few seconds before the door opens.
“Good morning!”
“Ugh. You’re in a good mood…”
“Yep,” Jake grins, pushing past him and throwing himself onto the sofa, tucking his hands behind his head as he lays there and looks at his best friend.
“Figured you’d have a hangover, but of course you just slept it off. Fucker.”
“Oh, I woke up and I was definitely hungover, I just took some painkillers, drank a tall glass of water and then joined Rooster back in bed.”
He grins at the ceiling and waits with bated breath for Javy to process what he just said.
“You… what the fuck? You slept with Rooster?”
“Yep,” he pops the p with relish, delighted.
“Wha – How?”
“Not only did I wake up in his bed, but I just dropped him off to have lunch with Phoenix and I drove his shitty Honda Civic here… I’m seeing him again later.”
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Summary: It’s your birthday and Ian isn’t happy with the gift Mickey got you. (Based souly off the events at Frannys birthday)
Warnings: Fake guns, a little arguing between Mick and Ian.
It was a big day — the living room was full of streamers, pink balloons, and a pile of gifts stacked on the table. You were practically bouncing in your little socks, wearing your sparkly birthday crown, clutching your favorite stuffed bunny as you waited.
“Dada! Dada! When’s Daddy getting here?” you chirped up at Ian, tugging his sleeve. Ian smiled softly, brushing your hair back.
“Soon, sweetheart. You know Daddy — always late,” he said with a little eye roll, though you didn’t catch the annoyance under his breath.
Moments later, the front door burst open.
“*BAM!* Birthday girl!” Mickey cheered, swaggering in with a grin and a messy gift bag slung over his arm. You squealed in delight.
“Daddy!!” you shouted, dropping your bunny and running to him. Mickey scooped you up effortlessly, spinning you once.
“Miss me, princess?” he smirked, planting a big kiss on your cheek.
Ian watched from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
Mickey plopped you back down and handed over the crinkled gift bag. You tore it open, gasping when you saw the contents — two plastic, semi-auto toy shotguns.
“Look! Look! I got you the good kind, not the cheap shit!” Mickey grinned proudly. “We can play cops and robbers after cake, huh?”
Your eyes lit up as you pulled the toy guns out, immediately pointing one at Mickey with a little giggle. “*Bang bang, Daddy!*”
Mickey clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back. “Ah! You got me, kiddo! I’m hit!” He collapsed onto the couch with a loud groan, peeking one eye open to see you giggling uncontrollably.
But Ian was *not* laughing.
“Seriously, Mickey?” Ian snapped, stepping closer. “Guns? Even fake ones? You really thought that was a good idea?”
Mickey sat up, shrugging. “Relax, Gallagher. They’re toys. She’s having fun.”
“She’s a little girl! She doesn’t need to be running around pretending to shoot people,” Ian shot back, voice tight.
You glanced between them, clutching the toy gun, your smile faltering slightly.
Mickey’s face softened when he noticed. “Hey, don’t mind Dada, sweetheart. He’s just grumpy.” He winked at you. “We’ll play later, okay?”
Ian let out a frustrated sigh, kneeling down to your level. “Sweetheart, maybe let’s not play with the guns right now, okay? We can open your other presents, maybe play with your dolls instead?”
Your bottom lip wobbled slightly, unsure who to listen to.
Mickey ruffled your hair gently. “Hey, she’s tough. She can handle a little pretend.”
“I don’t want her thinking it’s just pretend,” Ian muttered, shooting Mickey a pointed look.
Mickey raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever you say, man.”
You tugged on Ian’s sleeve softly. “Dada… I still get cake, right?” you asked, wide-eyed.
Both men paused, tension breaking just a little, and Ian sighed with a small smile. “Yeah, baby. Of course you get cake.”
Mickey grinned, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “And after cake… you and me, Bonnie and Clyde, yeah?”
You giggled, nodding eagerly. Ian just shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Unbelievable,” but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
Featuring Deaf Jake and his older brother Bob, who tries to find Jake a date on Instagram. Bradley and Natasha answer.
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
They get ready together, and he’s not sure if Jake is simply a tactile person or he just likes touching him. Not that he’s complaining at all, especially because it gives him an excuse to touch Jake back. Casual brushes of fingers over the fabric of their shirts as they get dressed, Jake teasingly coming over and unbuttoning Bradley’s shirt one more button down his chest than he would usually wear it. He’s happy to indulge him, and Bradley watches as Jake hooks a different set of hearing aids behind his ear, smaller flesh-coloured ones which mostly get hidden by his hair, a sharp contrast to the larger black ones he’d been wearing at the pool hall yesterday.
“Different aids?” he asks, signing at the same time because he doesn’t know if Jake has turned them on yet.
“Yeah, I have several pairs. The ones I wore last night are to weed out the assholes.”
“What?”
“If people can’t stop staring at them then I tend to play up the deafness, maybe make them uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t do that with me…”
“You were busy staring at other parts of me,” Jake says with a grin and Bradley laughs, wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, covering his mouth with his own and kissing him, letting himself chase the taste of mint from Jake’s toothpaste, run his tongue over the sharp edges of teeth while Jake does the same in return, sucking and biting at lips, laughing into each other’s mouths as their stomachs rumble at the same time and they reluctantly pull apart from each other. Maisie makes a whuff sound that sounds exasperated to his ears and he wonders if a dog can judge him, then wonders if dogs can be bribed. Surely they can.
“Come on. Food. Then we can come back and go to bed…” Bradley insists, even as part of him wonders if they could just get something delivered.
“Ugh. Fine. Bob wants proof of life anyway.”
“Shit. Natasha…”
“Mmm. I’m going to take that as a compliment… kept you a little distracted.”
“You kept me very distracted,” Bradley corrects, shooting Jake a quick grin while he shoots a message to Natasha, checking in and reassuring her that he’s had a good night, is alive and well and is heading out for food and she probably shouldn’t expect to see him. His phone vibrates with an answer as he slides it back into his pocket, but it can’t be urgent, otherwise she’d call. Jake shoves his hand in Bradley’s back pocket, squeezes his ass and he tries to ignore the fact that he’s wearing a pair of Jake’s underwear; his own lying in Jake’s washing basket. It feels incredibly intimate, mixing clothes like that already.
He waits patiently as Jake slips a jacket onto Maisie, designating her as an assistance dog, and then gathers up some things he needs.
“Okay. Food. You have to drive because you’re blocking me in.”
“Fine with me,” Bradley agrees easily, because he genuinely enjoys driving.
Then Jake is giving him directions to a little bistro which not only does amazing food but is also dog friendly. They have to park two blocks away, but Maisie seems grateful for the walk and when Jake’s hand brushes his and shoots him a wink when Bradley laces their fingers together he doesn’t want the walk to end; hunger be damned. When they walk in and he sees the familiar faces of Natasha and Bob he realises he should have maybe checked his phone.
“Hi!”
Natasha is up out of her chair and giving him a hug, which he easily returns. Then she’s wanting to meet Maisie, which Jake is happy to do. Bob is watching him with slightly narrowed eyes and Bradley wonders what he can say or do to make Bob aware of just how much he likes Jake already. How serious he feels about him. Then he realises he does have an avenue of communication with Bob not usually available to him and he presses his index finger to his chin, making the sign for serious as he looks at Jake and then back to Bob. Bob’s own eyes flick between Bradley and Jake, he nods sharply, message received. Then he looks at Natasha, make the sign for same and Bradley can’t help the grin and giving Bob a similar nod of the head.
One thing though, Natasha is going to have to learn ASL quickly if she doesn’t want to miss half of the conversations happening.
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So Jake ends up with all these Rooster themed things, and then he gets a posting which allows him to set himself up for three years and he's unpacking and the first Rooster trinket is funny, but the third is kind of weird. The tenth he's a little angry but by the fifteenth he's made the realisation that maybe he's... He picks up the phone and calls Javy.
"I think I'm in love with Rooster..."
"Uh. Yeah?"
"You KNEW?"
"I think the only person who doesn't know is Rooster himself..."
Synopsis: You and Grace have fifty-six days to reach Rocky’s ship in hopes of saving your companion, which means the both of you will be alone for a very significant amount of time. Oh whatever will you two do?
Tags: cute, fluff, romance, slight smút with plot, smitten Grace, clingy Grace, flirty Grace, demisexual Grace, Grace has a praise kink, top Grace, bottom reader, mainly frotting
Reader is Annie Shapiro’s brother. Reader is a scientist. NO USE OF Y/N.
Part 1
P.S. I listen to a lot of Hozier when I’m writing for Grace so enjoy
Author’s note at the end :)
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“Fifty-six days. It’s going to take us approximately eight weeks to get to Rocky, depending on how fast and slow we travel, which means we’ll no longer have enough astrophage to get back to Earth.”
Grace told you, writing down on the whiteboard before turning to you with raised eyebrows. A silent question on whether you were okay with the plan.
You nodded. “It’s worth it, Rocky needs us. Besides our original trip to Tau Ceti didn’t involve us going back home anyways. We did our part in saving the Earth’s sun, we’re free to do whatever we want now.”
Grace grinned before walking up to you to drop a kiss on the side of your head as he enveloped you in his arms.
“You are amazing.” Grace murmured against your head, making you laugh.
You tilted your head to get a kiss from him, the blonde man obliging with a smile. “Can’t wait to see our best friend again.”
“We just gotta figure out what to do for the next eight weeks.” Grace sighed, pulling you closer to his body.
You sighed as well, it was going to be a long trip.
~~~~~
“Let’s take a nap together.”
You raised your eyebrows at Grace, staring at him as if he had suddenly grew an extra head on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
“Us, cuddling together in one bed?” Grace replied, in a more questioning tone rather than a confident statement.
You shook your head with a small laugh. “Those beds are made to only fit one person and you, my lovable gentle giant, are too big so we won’t be able to fit together.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended or complimented by that.” Grace retorted, cocking an eyebrow at you as he folded his arms.
You rolled your eyes, gently prying Grace’s arms apart so you could hug him. You smirked when he automatically gathered you into his arms, knowing the other man couldn’t resist physical contact.
You rubbed your face against his clothed chest, making the other man laugh. “You’re right, how dare I talk about my muscular scientist astronaut boyfriend in such a way? I must be going insane.”
“Okay, maybe keep the compliments coming. I’m starting to see the appeal.” Grace replied.
You snorted, stepping away from Grace even though the man’s hands were still wrapped around your waist. “We should go eat.”
You see a lightbulb practically light up above Grace’s head, his mouth forming into an excited grin as he squeezed your waist once before letting go.
“Oh I have an idea but I’m gonna need you to stay in the lab while I do what I need to do, I’ll come get you once I’m done.” Grace told you before nudging you towards the direction of the lab.
You were a little flabbergasted to say the least but went anyways as your boyfriend ran off to god knows where while you made your way to the lab to wait.
You shook your head and sighed as you sat down, wondering what Grace had planned.
~~~~~
“Watch your step.”
You chuckled, Grace’s hands were covering your eyes so the other man was directing you towards the projection dome where he apparently had a surprise.
“It’s hard to watch my step when my eyes are covered.” You reminded Grace, getting a surprised laugh in return.
Grace sighed. “Stop being so charming.”
You didn’t say anything else as you felt Grace lead you around before stopping, you obediently kept your eyes shut even when Grace uncovered your eyes from his hands.
“Okay, open them!” Grace told you, making you gasp when you looked around and realised that there was food set up on top of a blanket in the middle of the projection dome. The screens were showing videos of the park, you could almost feel the breeze through the program though that was just wishful thinking.
You felt a lump in your throat, watching the sway of the trees on the screen along with multi coloured birds flying around as the sun shone brightly in the background.
“Hey,” You jumped when Grace’s hand wiped the unexpected tears staining your cheeks, a worried expression on the other man’s face. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”
You smiled, shaking your head before you stepped away from Grace to compose yourself as you wiped any other tears from your face. “No, it’s fine! It’s just crazy that we won’t be able to experience doing mundane things like going to the beach or the park anymore.”
Grace reached out, tugging on your arm so the both of you would sit on the blanket that had food on the side of it.
Grace rubbed his thumb soothingly on your inner wrist, a small smile on his face. “I feel the same way and it might not be the same but at least we’re able to enjoy this view anytime we want no matter the day or time. I’m just glad I get to spend it with you.”
“Sap,” You retorted, holding back a sob that was fighting to come out just from Grace’s words. “Thank you for the surprise, it’s really sweet of you to set up a picnic. I don’t think I’ve had one in years.”
“Yeah, me neither but you’re worth it.” Grace told you, his tone almost wistful and you huffed out a small laugh as your eyes turned away from Grace and to the visuals of the trees.
You worried the bottom of your lip, recalling memories of the past. “Do you miss anything back home?”
“I think I miss the simpler things.” Grace replied, making you turn to him and you realised he hadn’t looked away the whole time.
You tilted your head in curiosity, getting a small smile from the other man.
“Waking up my own bed, having the ability to cross the street to get grab a quick bite from the deli. I miss teaching, I miss the kids.” Grace continued, smiling softly when you reached out to hold his hand.
You reflected the smile on his face. “I bet those kids loved you and you gave them a fighting chance to live the rest of their lives by doing all of this. You are the bravest man I’ve ever met.”
Grace leaned in, pecking you on the lips. “Thank you. I don’t think I could’ve gone through this without you.”
“Don’t forget Rocky.” You replied, getting a laugh from the other man before Grace tugged on your arm so the both of you were lying in the middle of the projection dome on the blanket that Grace laid out.
You chuckled, settling yourself beside him as Grace let you use his bicep as a pillow. “What’s all this now?”
“Nap time. You said we don’t have space in the beds so we’re gonna sleep here.” Grace replied with a smirk, making you roll your eyes at him before you settled your body properly next to his as the heaviness of your talk weighed on your eyelids.
You yawned. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”
The last thing you remembered was the sound of Grace’s amused chuckle before sleep took over.
Only dreams of you and Grace on a beach played in your mind.
~~~~~
You and Grace eventually set up a little bed of sorts with all the pillows and blankets you could find in the middle the projection dome, it was now the place the both of you slept.
You were cuddling with Grace while an old romance movie played on the screens when he suddenly asked you a question that caught you by surprise.
“So,” Grace started, making you turn your head to him. “Were you seeing anyone else before you came onboard the Hail Mary?”
You raised your eyebrows, wondering what brought this question up. “I had an ex before Stratt recruited me. He was the jealous type, not in the sense of keeping me away from other men but more in the sense of me having more accomplishments and opportunities than him. It was suffocating.”
“I’m sorry,” Grace immediately apologised. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
You laughed, shaking your head fondly at the other man. “It’s fine, I overheard you mention your ex with Rocky that one time and then heard you tell Rocky that you hoped I didn’t have a mate.”
“Hold on, was that why you were avoiding me in the kitchen?” Grace sat up as he stared down at you with wide eyes.
You rolled your eyes, sitting up so you could face the other man properly. “I had a lot to think about and why does it matter anyways? We’re together now, aren’t we?”
“You’re not wrong but I really thought I did something bad to you.” Grace pouted, making you chuckle before pulled him in for a kiss as an apology.
You shook your head at him. “Okay what else? You wouldn’t have brought up the topic of exes if you didn’t have more questions in that brilliant mind of yours.”
“If you think complimenting me is going to make me feel better about-“
You interrupted Grace by pulling him close again, kissing him before breaking the kiss with your lips still lingering a few inches away from his.
Grace’s face reddened, a small frown on his face. “That’s not fair.”
You giggled, pulling away while giving Grace an innocent look. The other man only squinted at you.
“I know how we got together was quite unorthodox, considering the situation that we were in at the time.” Grace started talking, making you huff at him.
You rolled your eyes. “You should’ve waited for me before you went out alone for that sample.”
“Yes baby, I’m sorry about that.” Grace chuckled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.
You shook your head at him but a small smile was creeping in on your lips. “You’re forgiven, continue.”
“Well we’ve covered most of what a normal couple does. Kissing, holding hands, cuddling and telling each other that we love one another.” Grace counted on one hand, making you quirk an eyebrow at where he was going with this.
Grace then cleared his throat, you noticed his cheeks were tinting with red. Almost as if the next words out of his mouth were going to make him implode.
“Spit it out before you have an aneurysm.” You told Grace, grinning at the anticipation of Grace’s next sentence.
Grace gave you a look before slapping his hands on his thighs and letting out a breath. “Sex.”
“Sex?” You replied, confused.
Grace nodded. “Sex.”
“Sex.” You responded in a flat tone.
Grace scratched the back of his head. “Sex?”
“This isn’t going anywhere,” You muttered before clearing your throat. “Sweetie, you want to have sex?”
Grace started violently coughing, choking on absolutely nothing but you began patting him on the back anyways.
“Oh god,” Grace wheezed out. “No! I mean yes I would love to have sex with you one day but I wanted to ask about your preferences and what you’re comfortable with but I’m doing it all wrong.”
You gave Grace an amused smile, watching as the man groaned in embarrassment while covering his face.
“Have you ever had sex with a man?” You asked Grace, making him turn to you with a sheepish smile before he shook his head.
Grace sighed. “I’ve never really done anything with a man, if I’m being honest. I mean I know the basics with a woman I guess but I never really crave it or search for it.”
“Okay,” You nodded, slowly understanding what Grace was trying to convey to you. “To answer your previous question, I’m a bottom so I’m the one that would take it like a woman does in the traditional sense of sex between a man and a woman.”
Grace rubbed his hands nervously. “Oh okay.”
“What do you like to do in bed then?” You turned the question to Grace, sitting patiently as the other man thought about it.
Grace shrugged. “I don’t really know, I just do whatever the other party wanted me to.”
“Hold on, do you even like sex?” You questioned Grace, peeling more of the layers of the conversation.
Grace pursed his lips. “I guess?”
“Do you want to have sex?” You asked Grace.
Grace sat upright, his eyes widening. “Yes, with you.”
“Have you ever thought that you might be slightly asexual? Basically, you don’t really crave sex in general.” You explained to Grace when you noticed the man’s face contorted to one of confusion at the term.
Grace rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “Well, I’m not opposed to sex but I never really initiate anything of the sort in the past. It was usually just when the other person wants it then I’ll do it.”
“Okay,” You nodded. “Then you should know that I’m not going to force you into anything that you don’t want to do and you should let me know when you’re uncomfortable in any point of time that we’re together.”
“I’m always comfortable with you, baby.” Grace replied with a smile before he reached out for your hand again.
You returned his smile as the both of you sat in comfortable silence.
“I think,” Grace started, getting your attention. “I want to have sex but just with you, I’m just wondering if you’re okay with taking things slower.”
“Of course.” You replied, leaning in and resting your head on Grace’s shoulder. A small smile formed on your face when he dropped a kiss on the crown of your head.
Grace sighed. “I love you, thank you for being patient with me.”
“I love you too.” You told Grace, raising your head to kiss his shoulder before turning your attention back to the screens for the remainder of the film.
The both of you eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms as the credits rolled.
~~~~~
Grace became needier after that, always hovering next to you even when you’re not doing anything spectacularly important.
He’d have an arm draped over your shoulder, a hand on your waist or he’d wrap his arms around your middle and hide his face in the back of your neck.
You didn’t think it was possible for the man to get any clingier than he already had been even before the both of you got together.
You had an inkling of what Grace actually wanted and you found yourself to be correct when you had just finished a shower, towel wrapped around your waist, to see Grace trying to be subtle as he checked you out and then looking away with a flushed face.
The man could try to be nonchalant about things but he couldn’t hide how loud his facial expressions were.
Grace was horny but he was trying to be respectful about it and it made you want to laugh, your genius of a boyfriend was such a sweetheart.
You went about your day as per normal, giving Grace enough space and time to approach you on the topic by himself.
The both of you still slept together in the projection dome, which is how you quickly found out that Grace was packing some serious heat in his pants when you had woken up earlier than him and felt the length of his morning wood right next to your thigh.
You couldn’t lie and say that you haven’t thought about Grace that way and you were more than happy to introduce the wonderful gift of two men having intercourse to the man but you controlled yourself.
You almost forgot about the whole debacle entirely after two days until you and Grace were watching another movie in the dome when you felt Grace’s arm snake around your waist before he leaned into your space to drop a kiss on your neck.
You didn’t think much of it, already used to Grace’s affections until you felt his teeth nibble on the pulse point on your neck, making your breath hitch from the unexpected pain before he soothed the stinging sensation with his tongue.
“Grace?” You questioned the man, getting a grunt in response before Grace tried to mark you again.
You pushed against Grace, making the other man grumble at being disrupted from leaving another hickey on you.
Grace was in a slight daze, he looked as if his mind was almost hazy as his eyes only focused on the mark he left on your neck.
You snapped your fingers in front of Grace’s face, causing him to blink up at you before his face flushed at the realisation of what he just did.
“Do you want to explain why you just tried to maul me?” You asked Grace, cocking an eyebrow at the other man.
Grace sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his head. “I guess I’ve been a little pent up lately.”
“So you want to have sex?” You asked Grace, seeing the other man get even redder.
Grace hesitantly nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay,” You moved closer to Grace. “How far do you want to go tonight?”
Grace paused. “I’m not sure but I know I want to make you feel good.”
“Sex should be enjoyed by the both of us, sweetie. Let’s just take things slowly, we can start with kissing and see where things take us.” You told Grace, the other man’s eyes dropping to your lips.
Grace nodded, leaning in. “Anything you want, baby.”
Grace sighed into your mouth when your lips met in a deep kiss, the tip of his tongue already prodded against your lips for more.
You parted your lips to grant Grace more access, moaning when his tongue immediately tangled with yours.
Grace then softly pushed against you, so you were lying on the bed of blankets and pillows on the floor while he hovered over your body.
“You’re beautiful.” Grace complimented you, making you blush before he descended to capture your lips with his again.
You unconsciously spread your legs apart, letting Grace slot his body in the middle. The both of you moaning when your clothed crotches met, Grace’s hips rolling down onto yours.
You hooked your legs over Grace’s waist, pulling the man’s hips closer to yours. You let out a whimper that Grace swallowed as you felt his cock get bigger with each roll of his hips against yours.
Grace broke the kiss, pulling back a little bit as he hovered above you with his eyes now darkened with lust. “Can we take off our clothes?”
You raised your eyebrows, panting slightly from the kiss before you nodded as you began to strip under Grace’s gaze.
Grace’s eyes raked over the exposed skin of your body, licking his lips at the sight of your bare chest before his eyes followed your hands to where you were slipping your fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.
You let out a sigh once you felt the cold air of the room hit your naked body before lying down on the makeshift bed with a smirk as you saw Grace’s hungry expression.
“You need help taking off those clothes, honey?” You teased Grace, biting down on your lip when the man immediately took his shirt off, exposing the muscles that you had admired for so long.
Grace struggled taking off his own sweatpants, making you chuckle at the fact that your nerdy hunk of a boyfriend was still a little clumsy even in an intimate setting.
When Grace successfully pulled his pants off, you gasped at the sight of his erect cock standing proudly between his legs.
You gulped at the erotic sight. “That thing is a weapon.”
“You look beautiful, baby.” Grace replied after chuckling at your words.
You tilted your head. “So, we’re both naked as the day that we were born. How do you want to go forward with this?”
“I think,” Grace licked his lips as he sighed. “I want to take things slowly. Maybe no penetration tonight, if that’s okay with you?”
“Of course, it’s okay with me.” You smiled up at Grace who leaned down to capture your lips with his in a gentle kiss.
You felt Grace’s body lean down against yours, making you whimper into his mouth when his hips met your own.
The both of you let out moans as Grace grinded down on you, his large body practically covering yours as your fingers grabbed onto the flesh of his back and your legs were hooked over his waist.
“You feel so good.” Grace murmured against your lips as he continued rolling his hips down on yours while you could only let out moans and whimpers that Grace greedily swallowed down.
Grace’s lips then traveled down to your neck, his teeth grazing along the side before biting down and sucking.
You let out a sigh, your fingers tangling the hairs on the back of Grace’s head as he continued to mark you.
You could feel the slick of pre-cum slicking the two cocks together as Grace continued to hump you, it made you dizzy as you were losing focus due to the intense pleasure.
“Oh Grace.” You moaned out your boyfriend’s name, getting a growl of approval against your neck in response.
Grace moved away from your neck, his lips traveled up to your face before claiming your lips in a hot, passionate kiss.
You sucked on Grace’s tongue when it breached your mouth, getting a whiny moan from the other man before you pushed at his shoulder so he laid back while you got on top of him.
You grabbed both of your cocks, using the slick of your combined pre-cum as lube to jerk them off.
Grace threw his head back, his hands finding your waist and squeezing with each downward motion of your wrist.
“You like that, hun?” You asked Grace, the other man opening his eyes and licking his lips as he nodded.
Grace panted. “I love it, baby.”
“Good boy.” You sighed out, smirking when Grace let out a groan in response. It seemed like your boyfriend had a specific type of kink.
You see Grace’s abdomen flex and you had an inkling it’s a similar feeling to the heat that was pooling up in your gut.
“You gonna cum?” You asked Grace, getting a wordless nod.
You huffed out a laugh before stopping your hand, causing a whine to come out of Grace’s lips.
Grace’s eyes rounded, staring up at you with a distraught look on his face. “Why’d you stop?”
“I asked you a question, hun. I’m gonna need a verbal response.” You replied to Grace, making the man’s eyes widen as you felt his cock twitch in your hand.
Grace nodded frantically. “Yes, yes. Please let me cum, baby.”
You grinned before putting Grace out his misery as you continued to jerk both your cocks until Grace let out a guttural groan as his cock spurted out his juices.
You let out a moan as you came as well, combining your seed with Grace’s as you watched the liquids trickle down your cocks.
You smiled down at Grace’s blissed out expression on the other man’s face, the blonde grinning up at you while his hands rubbed your waist.
“I think we should clean up, take a shower and clean up these dirty blankets.” You mused at Grace, the other man pouting up at you.
Grace sighed, getting into an upright position while you were still on his lap. “Can’t we take a nap first?”
“We can take our nap after we clean up.” You chuckled, getting a dramatic groan from Grace before the man hid his face against your chest.
Grace nodded, huffing out a breath that tickled the skin of your chest. “Fine.”
You rolled your eyes, you should’ve anticipated Grace to be an even clingier man after sex.
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“Hi.”
Grace kissed the back of your neck in greeting as you were hunched over a table in the kitchen while eating a bowl of cereal.
“Hi, sleep well?” You responded to Grace after swallowing your food.
Grace chuckled. “Would’ve been nice to have woken up next to you. Did you have a nightmare? You could’ve woken me up, I wouldn’t mind.”
“It’s fine,” You sighed. “It’s just the fiftieth day, we technically have six days left before we get to see Rocky again.”
Grace smiled at you before he reached out and caressed the side of your face. “You sound scared.”
“A part of me does wonder if he’s still alive. The taumoeba escaping almost got us, I can’t imagine what Rocky was thinking.” You worried the bottom of your lip.
Grace sighed before leaning his face closer to yours, he bumped foreheads with you as a sign of affection. “I know, baby. I’m worried too but we can’t give up hope, Rocky needs us to hold on to it for his sake.”
“When did you get so wise?” You hummed in amusement, making Grace laugh.
Grace shrugged. “I do have a PhD.”
“I can definitely attest to you having a pretty huge d-“ Your reply got cut off by Grace yelping and covering your mouth with his hand.
You rolled your eyes at Grace before slapping his hand away.
Grace frowned at you. “Let’s be careful about the sex talk when we reunite with Rocky.”
“I don’t think it’s much of the talk of sex but the actual act of it once we see Rocky again. I know I can control myself but can you?” You teased Grace before grabbing your bowl of cereal to leave.
Grace stared dumbfounded as you dispose your bowl in the sink to wash it before he managed to sputter out a response. “I most definitely can.”
“Okay, sure.” You replied, not turning away from the sink and smirking when you heard a small frustrated huff from Grace.
It didn’t take long for Grace to stand next to you with a frown on his face that made you smile up at him in response.
After you finished washing your dishes, you dried your hands off before patting Grace on the cheek. “You know we do have six whole days to ourselves, we should probably spend them wisely.”
“What should we do?” Grace replied, his voice breaking a little bit at the thought of having more intimacy with you.
You smiled up at him. “Anything you want.”
*****
Author’s note:
So happy to finally post this!
No penetrative moments (yet) but I thought it was still pretty hot to write
Anyways, Ryland Grace you are way too handsome with your slutty little glasses, I will write more for you in the future
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omegverse where pregnant frank, who’s waiting on an abortion cause fuck them kids, has terrible morning sickness so he’s not eating but jack and robby will NOT be having that.
Hell yeah, more Omegaverse and even more fuck them kids. Boybortion his ass.
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"Oh my god, I'm done." Frank shook his head, straightening up from where he had been hunched over the sink. "I don't know which one of you did this to me, but I hate both of you."
Robby chuckled from his place next to him. Frank had batted at his hand when he tried to offer comfort, so instead he just crossing his arms and waited. "Did just the smell of chicken actually set you off?"
"Yup." Frank groaned softly, entire abdomen sore. He needed mouthwash for what felt like the ninth time today. "Everything does. The thought of a cow, touching ice cubes, brushing my teeth. I think I've Pavloved myself, just walking into the bathroom or the kitchen makes me nauseous."
Robby scrubbed a hand over his beard, frowning now. "Jesus."
"You said it." Frank took the offered water glass from Jack, waving at the two of them after. "You don't have to hover, you two. I'm not dying."
"Feels a little like it. You've lost weight, can't keep anything down. You sure you don't want to see someone?" Jack did follow instructions, moving his chair back to give some space.
Frank rinsed his mouth and spit, sighing quietly after. "My clinic appointment is Friday, babe. Just a few more days. Then hopefully I can eat again."
He set the glass down after the texture made his stomach flip, not in the mood for anything else to happen basically ever. Seriously, he never considered himself someone with a weak stomach, but one decision from hindbrains and all of that went out the window. Of course he had to choose two partners who were willing to indulge him in heat, now look where they were.
First thing he was doing when all of this was over was getting a hysterectomy.
"I'm gonna go lay down. Wake me up when it's Friday." Frank pat a hand on Robby's shoulder as he passed, just to be grabbed by the wrist before he could disappear.
"Not so fast." He tugged him back ever so lightly, sharing a knowing glance with Jack before turning to Frank. "Not to be gross, but," he nodded his head to the sink, "that was all bile. Have you eaten anything today?"
Ah, shit. Frank rocked lightly on his feet, tugging lightly to see if Robby would easily let go. He did not. "I had some toast."
"It's six PM."
".. Yes."
Jack sighed, annoyed. "On the couch, you're having fruit."
"What??"
Robby was already nudging at him, ignoring Frank's protests as he was basically herded like a pup into the living room, pushed down on to the couch once they were there.
"It might not even stay down, sweetheart, this is not necessary." Frank barely got the whole sentence out before Robby was glaring, pushing at his shoulder to make him actually relax into the couch.
"You are not eating properly, it is absolutely necessary." Robby fixed him with another look, daring him to even try standing, before going back to retrieve the water glass. This time, returning with a straw.
He was blaming that for the reason he melted so easily into Robby's side when he sat down next to him.
It wasn't very long until Jack joined them, handing over a small plate of cut up fruits. They were spaced apart from each other, setting it down next to Robby, looking over the two of them.
"If fruits don't work, we'll figure something out. You're not just not eating until Friday, Frank."
"I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes, dropping his head down on to Robby's shoulder. Indulging himself some, he pulled his legs up, tucking them next to himself to get a better angle.
Sue him.
It turned out to be the correct choice. Soon enough, Robby was gently offering him a small piece of strawberry, chilled from the fridge. Didn't even give him the option to feed himself.
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